"Face the power of my wermacht!" Hitler thrust, decimating Poland and sending Luxemburg into a fit of pleasure. "Ha...ha...ha...face the power of the soon-to-be Ubermensch!" Poland let out a silent scream, his body convulsing one last time before falling limp. The mustachioed dictator cast aside his limp form before turning his eye to Belgium. "Well," he purred, putting his hat on. "Will you come quietly?"
From the shadows, one Franklin Delano Roosevelt watched in the shadows, concern and fear etched onto his face. Hitler was rampaging through Europe, and his wermacht left behind twitching bodies and bodily fluids sprayed across the seas. Could he defeat the North American powers? Roosevelt mused, tapping his lap worriedly.
Holland, Belgium, Norway, Czechslovakia...how many must fall to this madman's crusade? Stalin speculated, before going to inspect his humanzees. "Yo, Stalin, I'm chillin' with mah niggas at the axis now." Italy dapped Stalin up before heading down over to Hitler, while Stalin stood, dumbfounded. "WHAT THE FUCK!"
"Face the might of my ultimate mastery! PEARL HARBOR!" Japan thrust, sending Roosevelt's frail, polio ridden frame, flying. "You...damn...jap..." Japan merely grinned at his words. "Your impudence far outstrips your power." Japan smirked, heady with the knowledge that he, and he alone, had brought a major western power down. "Now-" It was instantaneous. Roosevelt stood up with renewed vigor, his ultimate mastery slicing through Japan's like a bunny beset by a tiger. "Speaking of outstripping," Roosevelt spat out blood, madly grinning nonetheless. He cocked his fist, and suddenly the years and debilitating motor disease melted off him. In that moment, he was no longer Franklin Delano Roosevelt. He was America.
"Ultimate Mastery! Project Manhattan! Phase one, Little Boy, and Phase two, Fat Man" "No, my... Two of Japan's chakra centers, Hiroshima and Nagasaki, were blocked. The once mighty entity fell, no longer a player in a battle of titans. America-no, Roosevelt stood over his forlorn form. "No, what are you...NO, NO NO NO NO NO, NOT THERE..."
RIP JAPAN
Hitler clutched a long, cyclindrical object. He stared forward, to the forces surrounding him. No matter the patch he took, he would not come out of it as Herr. He stared at Eva. "Go," He ordered. "Join me, or pretend to be cis." She gasped. "My lord. I..." She hesitated momentarily, her face mired in uncertainty and anguish. She closed her eyes, only to open them full of resolve and acceptance. "Hand me another cannon," she said, her inner dominatrix revealing itself in its full glory. "Well then," Hitler spread his cheeks, the ball caressing his anal borders. "for the wermacht!" They both screamed, as their immediate vicinity was razed, and so were they.
Hitler stood, unsure of his location. Surrounding him were...Jews? They all stood, glaring daggers. A great many held dildos and anal beads, he noted, an edge of worry creeping into his state of curiosity. "Well then," one man stepped forward. "Spread his cheeks."
BTW this is comedy for those who were wondering.
